Date: Fri, 29 Jan 2016 16:53:34 -0600
From: Michael Stevens <stevens.mickey@gmail.com>
Subject: Soccer Bus Ch 5

Soccer Bus

Ch 5

Tony

When soccer season was over, Brian needed to get a job, so he went back to
the restaurant where he had worked over the summer. He'd been the
dishwasher/prep cook and did just about whatever was needed in the
kitchen. He stopped in Friday after the last practice and was happy to see
the owner, James, at the register. "Ya got any work for me sir" he asked
hopefully. He looked tired, but happy to see Brian. "When can you start?"
Brian looked at his watch. "Now?"  "OMG Brian, that is the only good news I
have had all day! Suit up and I will see you in the kitchen.

 Brian sent his mom a quick text to say why he would not be home for
dinner. She would be happy about the job. He walked through the kitchen and
was greeted with smiles from all his old friends; it had only been a summer
job, but his hard work and positive attitude had made him many friends. A
quick scan of the kitchen showed that Tony wasn't there, which was ok; Tony
was a good guy, but...

He headed back to what they jokingly called the locker-room. It was really
a storeroom, but it was where the guys changed into the uniforms that James
provided: a teeshirt with the restaurant logo, and the checkered cotton
chef pants. He took a fresh set from the shelf, and started to suit
up. When he shucked off his jeans, he remembered that in his haste to get
out of the locker room, he had just pulled his jeans on over his
jock. Well, at least Tony wasn't here.

But then, as if on cue, Tony walked in the door. "How does he do that?"
Brian wondered to himself. Last Summer, Tony often popped into the locker
room to get some key ingredient just as Brian was getting dressed or
undressed; it really was a store room. And he always needed something that
was right where Brian was standing, which meant that Tony got to cop a feel
as he nudged around him. It took a while for Brian to see the pattern

It had become a running joke between them. Tony always had a sparkle and a
smile, and Brian was good natured about lifting Tony's hand off his ass, or
shrugging off a massage on his shoulders, or, now and then, pulling him off
a nipple. Once, seeing Brian hefting a vat of marinara, Tony had said "Let
me help you with that." and then proceeded to give Brian a 20 second nipple
massage as the boy struggled to hold on to the heavy pot.

So when Tony walked in the storeroom, after Brian had taken off his shirt
and had just slid his jeans down, (and remembered he had a jock
underneath). He hadn't been worried that Tony would walk in until Tony
walked in. "Holy crap! whispered the chef, and he took the two short steps
that put him right next to Brian. "My prayers have been answered!" One big
hand went right onto Brian's ass, firmly cupping the right cheek. His
fingers crept under the thin strap of the jock.

Tony didn't really have a next move planned, because the game he played
with his straight young friend always stopped here. Brian would smile and
shrug off the pass, and they'd get back to work. But now, his hand was
still holding Brian's cheek and he wasn't objecting. Tony's dark Italian
eyes met Brian's big blues; the chef reached up with his other hand and
lightly caressed Brian's nipple. The boy did not object. He closed his eyes
and leaned his forehead down onto the taller man's shoulder. "Brian"
whispered the chef, "something has changed."

They were quiet, and except for the gentle swirl of Tonys finger's on
Brian's nipple, motionless. When Brian looked back up to find Tony's eyes
again, he was smiling shyly, but there was a tear rolling down his
cheek. Tony leaned forward to catch it with his lips, and then he went
further, touching Brian's lips with his own. Brian started to respond but
then pulled away. "No" he barely whispered. That was enough to break the
motionless trance they had been in, and Brian began to move again.

He lifted Tony's hand away from his ass, but instead of just pushing it
away, he brought it in front of him and parked it right on the swelling
pouch of his jockstrap. Tony responded by taking Brian's hand and putting
it on top of the button fly of his chef's pants. Brian knew from their
locker room time together, that Tony usually went commando, and he was,
indeed, hanging free today. There was a stiffening cock under there, and
Brian's fingers closed around it.

	"What has happened to my straight boy?" asked Tony.
	"Something wonderful" the boy whispered back.
	"Let me show you wonderful" said Tony, and before Brian could
react, Tony had knelt down, pulled the little pouch aside, and taken
Brian's growing boner into his mouth. He knew that the two of them were the
only guys working in the kitchen, but Brian was terrified that someone
would walk in on them. He tried to push Tony off his cock, but Tony had
slipped an arm around his ass and was holding Brian on.

Tony knew that his might be his only chance with Brian, so he was going to
make sure that Brian got the blow job of his life. He worked the head with
his tongue and then went all the way down, then back up to the head. He
pulled it out and rubbed it around his lips and then on his stubble, and
then back in and down his throat. Tony could feel how hard Brian was, and
when he felt Brian begin to pump into his mouth, he knew they were close to
cumming.

Brian's hands were locked behind Tony's head, helping him find the rhythm
that would finish him off. Tony's lips were locked around Brian's dick, his
tongue furiously stroking the underside. His fingers were stroking at the
base. Brian was close, very close. Tony felt a little shudder, and when
Brian's knees buckled a bit, he waited for the warm spurt into his
mouth. He loved the taste of cum, and Brian did not disappoint. Tony's lip
lock held and not a drop of cum escaped.

	"Oh my god Tony" whispered Brian.
	"You are very welcome, my friend. Now we gotta get back to work."
And with that, Tony gave his lips a little wipe. Brian pulled on his work
clothes, and they headed out to the kitchen. The rest of the shift was a
blur for Brian; he was still processing what he had just done. Tony was
trying to figure out what had happened to the summer's straight boy. They
would need to talk.

When Brian had washed up the last pan and had closed up the kitchen, Tony
was just finishing up in the front of the house, and Jim getting ready to
lock up. "Need a ride home?" he asked.  Brian flashed back to when he had
asked Danny the same question, and what they had done in the car.
	"No" he said quickly. But Tony was not so easily put off.
	"No sexy stuff, I promise. Just a ride." And some conversation, he
hoped.

The ride went on for some time in silence, until Tony pulled over to the
curb and asked "Brian, you were my straight boy last Summer. "
	What happened?" There was a long silence.
	"Tony, I never knew I was gay."
	"Brian, getting one blow job does not make you gay! It just makes
you a horny teenager who isn't getting laid. Relax!"
	"I did more" said Brian. "I can show you."
	"Brian, you won't want to do what you would have to do to prove it
to me. Besides, I like you just fine as my straight boy."

Tony was wearing his favorite ER scrubs, and Brian knew that he was going
commando as usual. He reached over and took a firm hold on the boner
inside. "See?" said Brian. "I'm not afraid of that."
	"Brian..." Tony whispered, "you don't... As the boy's fingers began
a gentle massage through the thin cotton scrubs, Tony leaned back and
sighed. He undid the bowknot on his drawstring, but he wanted Brian to make
all the moves; the boy could go as far as he wanted, but it had to be his
choice.

Brian tugged the scrubs down to reveal the head of Tony's cock. It was
poking out of the scrubs just enough for him to massage the underside. When
he discovered there was precut flowing, he touched his finger to it, and
spread it all over the velvet head. "Jesus Brian" whispered Tony, but even
with this, he was not prepared for Brian to lean over and take it into his
mouth. He licked it a little first,, mixing his spit with Tony's precum,
and then just put his lips around the whole head. He had to pull the scrubs
down more and when he did, he took the whole thing in right down to Tony's
curly Italian pubes.

Brian tried to copy the moves that Tony had used on him a little while
ago. Brian's hand stroked the back of his head lightly and urging him a
little faster. Tony slipped his thumb and forefinger around his dick and
began stroking himself. He had been able to do suck and stroke Brian, but
that took a little practice. Before long the pace was at an orgasm rate,
and Tony knew he would cum soon. "OK Brian, I believe you!" he
whispered. I'm gonna cum. You better get off." But Brian refused to release
the lip lock on Tony's swollen cock, and the cook had no choice. the wave
of pleasure raced from his toes, through his cock and out to his
fingertips. He held his breath and with each spurt of cum, grunted in
release. Brian slurped up every drop, and sat back up smiling as he wiped
his lips with the back of his hand.

	"Holy crap, Brian" Tony said quietly, "I never expected that!"